_I revived, answered immediately:- Thanks, I don't go. I changed my thinking._The bus went away, left me alone in dizzy. But I felt lightly, I knew what to do... On the other side, opposite the bus station was a groceries store named Piggly Wiggly. I walked into the store, my heart was full of happy. I recognized that with $23 - it was difficult to have - I could buy many things in that store. I bought a turkey, a little porks, oranges and other foods for Christmas. I spent each pennies in the most meaning way, the store keeper looked at me:- Child, you can't bring all of this to your house on your own._I had 2 men helped me to bring the foods to my house - 1 kilometers distance - and reminded them to keep silent and put the foods in front of the door. Then I thumped with excitement, with tears, I knocked the door. I wanted to see my mom immediately. When the door was opened, and my mom stood there, couldn't say a word. I tried to stop my tears, said:- Mom, Merry Christmas..._I explained many things while everyone were bringing the food to the fridge. And that day, I was kissed so much by mom, that I thought it would be enough for the afterlife. Helping mom to make her wish come true was warmer than buying a new boots. Finally, my family had a Christmas season in happy...

That was April 19th 1995. As usual, I was preparing to go to school, mom Diana was going to work at the Union building in Oklahoma city.

When I said good bye and see her later to go to school, but I totally didn't know that I would never see her again and my life was changed at that time.

About 1:30, when the loud speaker announced class end-time, I thought: "Great! May be mom picks me up." She usually made me surprised and brought me somewhere.

When I stopped at the office. Otherwise my mom, I saw my grandfather and aunt. Both of them were crying, with worry face, hurried to take my hand and go back home. In the living room, my family was crying and watching the news on TV. Glanced my eyes to the TV, I saw the building mom worked for. Most was exploded. The people was rushing out, with a lot of blood... Might be mom couldn't go home... i knelt down and began praying. In my mind, there's only a question: "Why does God treat me like this?"

Everyone stayed and waited for anything... Time passed, nothing happened. Then I saw mom's friends were carried on stretchers... They lied silently. I felt a vindictive hatred for the person caused it...and I cried. I felt powerless, lonely and mislay. Fortunately, there's still someone around me. But all I needed was mom returned home and everything was fully satisfactory... Although it would never come true...

On a Wednesday morning, 2 and half weeks after the bomb attack, aunt and grandmother were crying and that made me awake... They found my mom.

I was so happy that I kept silent. God replied my pray. I asked when mom returned home, and was answered that mom would never returned. Her body was found on 2nd floor.

Mom was "Number One" in my life. And she was "Number One" in my heart. Mom returned home on the bomb attack day, not our house on the ground, that was the heaven. I thought she was waiting to see me again. In waiting time, I would try to live better and mom could proud of me and she knew she was a special person. Ideas and belief helped me to pass each day on remain part of my life. Because I loved my mom. And I wanted she had no worry...

He called me. He would go to the city and have dinner with me. Great? But it's only for the people has normal parents... as for me, Nope!

I guessed the scenario would be like this: Dad would go from New York to Washington D.C. When other people just went into an airplane, he took a night train from Syracuse to New York at 10 pm, then registered a "sleep space" in a car to wait for the next train left for Washington D.C at 5 am. And you thought that the dinner would be occurred at a midnight Inn, you were wrong! He didn't like anywhere, except the Inn at Penn station. So if I wanted to meet him, I would have to wander to there at midnight, with the narcotic addicted people, and wait for the train coming. We would eat sandwiches with chicken, drink a cup of hot cacao at Roy Rogers Cafe, then he'd say good bye with a kiss and find a deserted car to sleep.

Dad liked train, sitting on the train, taking photos, even listening to the train sound. When I was a kid, I thought that going by train was a normal thing, because there's only rich people had airplane. I also didn't feel odd when I had to visit my grandparents by train. The route was arranged and dad could stop to take photos...

When I was in secondary school, I knew dad was extremely odd. In grade 8th, I'm the only one never got into an airplane. And everything became worse when I knew the other's parents, no one called their picture album: "Steam sound", took photos with the steam train had a lot of smoke. And no one was teased by the neighbor because of remembering train run-time, East and North route. Ignoring them, dad still like entertaining by imitating train sound, that made the dog yelled all day.

In grade 9th, the "hottest" girl in my class was Krista Marshall chose me to be her best friend, but dad nearly ruined my life. One day, I invited Krista to have holiday with my family. Because of excitement, I forgot the meaning of dad "holiday" was different from the others. Other people liked Disneyland, went to a beach or relaxed at a hotel but dad liked camping in a forest in Adirondacks.

Because we weren't lucky on the first night, it rained. But it would have been small thing if dad hadn't liked fixing things by himself and hadn't binded the old tents together, so we weren't leaked. After 4 days got up with wet clothes, walked total 10 miles and eaten stewed beef... finally we could go home by car.

Poor Krista - her body was stung by insects - she was very frightened when dad parked the car aside the road and disappeared into the forest....

- Why do we stop? - She said with fear and afraid that we was going to have another camp.Mom smiled like everything and everyone was normal:- Frank goes to take some photos.

Krista was terrified when dad hanged himself on the tree 7 meters distance from the ground to take the best photos. The train was late and we had to wait on the car for 45 minutes. Krista tried not to cry, and I felt wretched, I asked myself how could the person had no malice like dad ruin his children's lucky time?

But I had to admit that dad didn't ruin my life. It turned out that Krista's parents weren't normal, too. They had a big paper hanged over the hold on the wall with the words: "What do you want to see here?". Krista always tried to unravel the paper before her friends came over but the paper always re-appeared with glorious winning. With that similar points, the friendship between Krista and me was warmer.

And I should admit that I wasn't ashamed because of odd behavior, I always loved and admired dad's freely spirit. Actually, he didn't care about what other people thought. In the girls group, no one had father dared to "lift" a trip to go around Latin America to take photos of train when he was a student in university. No one had a father spent time to call upon environment protectors by going by train. Dad was an independent thinking person. It was wonderful because I liked it, too. I didn't care if my socks was suitable, or they laughed me, as long as I believed life would be fair. Might be I inherited from dad, might be I was dad's copy... Surely, I always prided of that things. Right, having a liberal father was more interesting than having a father always tried to build his fake skin. That's the reason I loved my dad very much - The fantastic thing that none of my friends had...

Mom liked strawberry malt. At the end of life, dad and mom lived in an old-age centre. Because of mom's Alzheimer, dad was exhausted and could not take care of her anymore. But both of them loved each other, hand in hand, the couple walked around the corridor, visited friends, transfer love. They are the romantic people of the old-age centre.

When recognizing that mom's situation became worse, I wrote a letter and said that I love her. I asked her if she could forgive the things I had done, that she was a great person. And the most, I'm proud of being her son. I said all the things from my deeply heart, that I always loved her but I was stubborn and didn't say that words until now. A letter contained true love. Dad said that mom spent time to read it times to times.

I was very sad when I knew that she could not recognize me. She usually asked: "Ah hey, what's your name boy?" and I replied happily that I was Larry and I was her son. She smiled and took my hand. I wish that I could be at that time again.

Once I visited her, I stopped at the malt shop near my house to buy for them some strawberry malt. I visited mom first, introduced myself another time, talked a few minutes and then brought the remain strawberry malt to dad's room.

When I came back, mom nearly finished eating, she lied on the bed but she still awake. Both of us smiled when I walked into the room. Without saying a word, I dragged the chair next to the bed and took my mom's hand. I quietly asserted my love to her. In the silent room, I felt the magic of unconditional love of me and her, although she could not aware who was taking her hand. Or she was taking my hand?

10 minutes later, I felt that mom fastened gently my hand... 3 times. Quickly and immediately, I knew that she was saying something that no need to listen.

The magic of unconditional love was brought up by holy power and our inmagination. I could not believe it!

In former time, I was a starting criminal-warden women. The criminal women I sponsored had different age; job, trait and trespassing case were different too. But the hurt of being away from their children was the general reason could make those sometimes cruel women sit together. After meeting family or receiveing a letter, they shared each other about their children, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying...

Renee was one of the criminal women. Having baby when 20 years old, involved by her lover and became a heroin container, then sentenced 7 years in prison, left her 4 years old son for her parents. They said to the boy that his mom was studying far away. Sometimes, Renee met her son, she promise him she would come back home wih him.

One day, in duty-time, I saw Renee sobbing. Renee just met her son, the boy pinched Renee come back with him soon.- Mom, take me to the Swan lake, I have saved a lot of broken-bread! - The boy showed off innocently...

Renee's mother said: Everyday he collected all the broken-bread remained on the table to a box.

- When you come back, I will bring this to the Swan lake! I wait for you, mom! - explained the boy.....

Grandmother said he always kept the box with him. When sleeping, he carefully putted the box at the headboard. When it was sunny, he brought the bread to dry in the sun. The broken-bread box became the symbol of mom's returning day.

Listening to the story, I could not keep my tears. I was very surprised when I heard that Renee intended to spend $25 to buy a drug. Some criminal tried to deliver each other that kind of drug, dissolved with water and lanced to blood vessel. Being verified, Renee said she was very tired and nervous... but I know that was not the real reason.

I felt angry, I cried for Renee and her son, but she.... Could not be patient, I catched her hair and shouted: - You're old. You can decide anything you want, but with that money you can buy a lot of bread for your son!

Renee stared at me in a moment. I became nervous, regreted what I had done, it was out of my power.

After a week hiding and being anxious, finally she came and said to me:- You're right, Lucy! I can buy a lot of bread for my son.

In another years in prison, I knew that Renee saved her money in a saving account and never touched it. After setted free because of good conduct, Renee came home and went to the Swan lake with her son. Her life was a bit difficult, but she never touched heroin again. She wrote a letter for me contained a picture of her and her son at the Swan lake. Yes, she won, the love her son gave her was the most powerful love with her........

Diana's house had everything, but she still felt sad. In the evening, rarely Diana's family ate dinner together. Her father always worked. Mother said her father had to work to earn money for her future, but she wanted father to carry her his back and go the Disney park, wanted to river-bathing. Diana only had Shadow - her lovely dog - to make friend with her. She thought and thought, then she decided to do something...

- Dad, how much money can you make in an hour? - Diana whispered to her father's ear when he just came home after work.

Her father knitted his eyebrow and surprised. Even his wife never asked him that thing. But his daughter's pure eyes and sweet voice, he was solfer:- Let see, daughter. Don't bother me. I'm tired!

- But you can say. How much money can you make in an hour? - Diana entreated.

Then he have to lose, he said:- 20 dollar an hour.

- So lending me 10 dollar, dad! - Diana cheered.

Her father asked:- What do you want to do with money? I have never let you in poor.

Diana went to bed. At midnight, her father suddenly woke up. Remembering the thing happened in the evening with his daughter, he felt regret. Might be Diana wanted to buy something important but she didn't tell him. He walked in tiptoe into Diana's room.

- I bring you 10 dollar you asked in the evening! - Her father answered.

- Thanks dad! - Diana cheered in happy.

She picked up a packet of pennies under her pillow. During 2 weeks, she skipped breakfast to save that money. Before, she went to some shop to ask for a work, but they said she was still too young. She intended to teach Shadow to be a humorist and then perform on the street to earn some money.

- Now, I have enough money! 20 dollar! - Diana hugged her father's neck - Dad, I have 20 dollar to buy an hour of your working-time. Tomorrow you can spend 1 hour and go to the zoo with me, dad!

My sister, Lois was born in January, she was too young, so she didn't remember the first Winters in Chicago. When she was three, - you know, in that age you thought that your parents knew and did everything - when she'd just woken up, she saw a white blanket coverred everything. She got out of the bed, ran to the kitchen - where everyone was having breakfast - then opened her eyes widely because of excitement, she asked dad:- Dad, how can you do it?

That year in the state of New South Wales, the cold weather came very soon. New school-year was coming but I didn't have any sweeter, so I went shopping with my mother at Venture supermarket on Sunday - the biggest supermarket in the city. Just getting out of the car, she took my hand and dragged me after her, in order that I wouldn't get lost in the crowd, I was seven years old, I didn't want to be guided. I hung on to my mother like as a tail.

When getting in the supermarket, I was dizzy with its large framework. In my mother purse there was a long list of needed things. She walked as running when I wanted to gaze everywhere. She always had to protect me in order that I wouldn't be crashed. At the winter clothes area, while I lifted up and down the long sleeve sweeter, the fur boots, the fur hat, gloves... tried them on and looked my self in the mirror, she was anxious at the parent's seat. Seven years old, I had my own favorites. But it seemed that she noticed the price more than their appearance. She usually turned back what I chose, no matter how my face was. Our shopping journey was stucked by my groans:- Mom, I'm tired. Let's take a rest.We went to the canteen and had two cups of hot chocolate. She quickly drank up her chocolate and waited impatiently for me when I slowly sipped in mouthfuls. I wished there was a flying carpet to get home quickly, no need to go to the car park...- Come on, try some more. - She said with entreatment.I rememberred my mother's sign with many bags on the shoulder, in her hand, walked dilapidatedly in snow to the car park, with her other hand, she held my hand tightly...

40 years after, in winter, at the Venture supermarket, just getting out of the car, I hurriedly took my mother hand in order that she wouldn't be out of my sight and get lost in the crowd. I was very hurry, but I couldn't walk faster because my mother was old. I had to protect her in order that the customers wouldn't crash into her.Then I had to wait for her at the seatwhile she was trying on winter clothes. And this time was the same, our liking was still different. She looked for cheap things and turned back what I chose for her, no matter how my face was...In the middle of the shopping journey, I pretended to be tired:- Mom, I'm tired. Let's find somewhere to rest.We went to the canteen and had two cups of hot chocolate. I drank up my chocolate, looked at the window and waited for her sipping slowly. I wonderred if she was thinking about a flying carpet...Snow fell scatteredly, I took her hand, walked to the car park unhurriedly....